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  Home for the holidays

  A second chance at love on Big Heart Ranch

  Former navy SEAL Zach Norman has been avoiding his ranching roots—and the woman he couldn’t have. Back to visit his brother’s widow, Emma Maxwell Norman, and her adorable toddler twins, the bah-humbug cowboy is roped into helping prepare the ranch for the holidays. Working side by side, can Emma and Zach overcome their troubled past…and receive the greatest Christmas gift of all—love?

  “How could you leave all this?”

  Emma wiped her face again. Despite her disheveled appearance, there was a wide grin on her face.

  “I know you don’t understand, but it wasn’t easy. Toughest decision of my life.”

  Their gazes connected and Zach swallowed hard.

  “Then why did you?” she asked softly. “We’d been friends since I was seven years old, and suddenly you left without a backward glance.”

  He kept his mouth shut, unwilling to open that particular can of worms here and now.

  “I guess there’s no point asking why you’ve stayed away for three years, either,” she continued.

  When another heifer released a loud, mournful wail, Zach turned his horse around. “Saved by the heifer.”

  “You can run…” Emma murmured. “But it seems to me that you and I have a lot to talk about.”

  Yeah, she was right; eventually he and Emma were going to have to talk.

  Why was it that although he’d never given a second thought to heading into danger as a navy SEAL, the thought of going toe-to-toe with his brother’s widow terrified him?

  Tina Radcliffe has been dreaming and scribbling for years. Originally from Western New York, she left home for a tour of duty with the Army Security Agency stationed in Augsburg, Germany, and ended up in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her past careers include certified oncology RN and library cataloger. She recently moved from Denver, Colorado, to the Phoenix, Arizona, area, where she writes heartwarming and fun inspirational romance.

  Books by Tina Radcliffe

  Love Inspired

  Big Heart Ranch

  Claiming Her Cowboy

  Falling for the Cowgirl

  Christmas with the Cowboy

  The Rancher’s Reunion

  Oklahoma Reunion

  Mending the Doctor’s Heart

  Stranded with the Rancher

  Safe in the Fireman’s Arms

  Rocky Mountain Reunion

  Rocky Mountain Cowboy

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  CHRISTMAS

  WITH THE COWBOY

  Tina Radcliffe

  A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his steps.

  —Proverbs 16:9

  Book three of the Big Heart Ranch series is dedicated to the Big Heart Ranch Wranglers. God gives us the story and readers bless us by reading that story.

  A special thanks to wrangler Trixi Oberembt, who named Emma’s twins Rachel and Elizabeth, and wrangler Connie Saunders, who named the Big Heart Ranch Christmas celebration the Holiday Roundup.

  A final bow to Rhonda Starnes for her helpful input, and to my deadline buddy on this book, SS.

  I am blessed to have an amazing team that includes my agent, Jessica Alvarez, who is always on top of things, and the Love Inspired editors, including senior editor Melissa Endlich, who patiently mold me into the best writer I can be.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  Excerpt from Wyoming Christmas Quadruplets by Jill Kemerer

  Chapter One

  “Woo-hoo! Go get ’em, cowboy!”

  Emma Maxwell Norman pushed a stroller with her two-year-old twin daughters closer to the Big Heart Ranch main corral, where hoots and hollers of excitement filled the air.

  “Excuse me,” she murmured while nudging her way past wall-to-wall people.

  Western hats shaded faces against the glare of an early November Oklahoma sun, as the staff and kids of the children’s ranch crowded next to each other atop rungs of the rail wood fencing. Eager children had even settled on the shoulders of adults to view the action in the main ranch arena.

  Roars of laughter went up at intervals and heads turned left, then right, following the activity.

  “Hey there, Miss Emma,” Dutch Stevens said. The weathered cowboy tipped his hat and stroked his graying handlebar mustache. “Folks, let Miss Emma in.”

  The group of male and female wranglers stepped aside.

  Inside the stroller, Emma’s twins, Rachel and Elizabeth, barely stirred from their naps as another excited cheer went up. The toddlers had grown accustomed to life on the Timber, Oklahoma, children’s ranch and thankfully could sleep through most of the noise inherent to a ranch that was home to sixty children.

  At the far end of the corral, Emma’s big brother, Travis, drove a small ATV in figure eights while pulling a dummy steer and kicking up a cloud of red dirt and sand. A rider straddling a chestnut gelding flew across the corral in an attempt to rope the steer.

  There was no surprise at seeing her brother putting on a show, but who was the rider?

  “What day is this?” Emma asked Dutch.

  “Sunday, ma’am.”

  “That’s what I thought.” She frowned. “I didn’t see an event on the schedule for today.”

  “Naw, this wasn’t planned. Your brother and his friend are having some fun.”

  “They certainly drew a crowd.”

  “I’ll say. That big feller on the horse is mighty good. Knows how to rope and he’s faster than small-town gossip. He ought to go professional.”

  Applause went up as the horse and rider moved to the right and his lasso caught the bright green mechanical animal below both horns.

  Then he smoothly dismounted, pulled off his navy blue ball cap and took a bow, displaying short neatly trimmed brown hair. There was something hauntingly familiar about the cowboy in the denim jacket and Wranglers.

  When he turned to face the south side of the corral, Emma’s head jerked back. For a moment, all she could do was stare.

  Zach Norman was back.

  A shiver ran through her, and she grabbed the weathered wooden rail for support.

  Her brother-in-law. The last she heard, Zach was headquartered with his navy SEAL team in Coronado, California. Except for a brief visit after the twins were born, she hadn’t really spent any time with Zach since the death of her husband, Zach’s half brother, Steve, a little over three years ago.

  “Miss Emma, you all right?” Dutch asked. “You’re looking mighty pale.”

  Emma blinked and put a smile on her face. “Yes. I’m fine.”

  As she turned back to the corral, her gaze met Zach’s. She knew the instant he saw her. His grin faded and the sparkle in his eyes was replaced by a shuttered expression.

  Maybe it was the fact that they had different mothers, but Zach was nothing like his younger brother.

  Both Steve and Zach w
ere tall, with hair the color of toffee, though that was where any similarity between the brothers ended. Steve had clear blue guileless eyes. Zach’s eyes were silvery gray. When he simmered with emotion, they became the color of the sky before a storm.

  While Steve had literally been the boy next door, easygoing and laid-back, Zach could only be described as complicated.

  Big, capable and brooding, he could steal your breath with one sweeping gaze. Although she’d known Zach since the day she and her siblings were plucked from foster care, there were times when she felt like she didn’t know him at all.

  When his gaze moved in her direction, it seemed he could see her soul. No one else could do that. Even now, as their eyes connected, she felt unable to look away. Emma swallowed and willed her pulse to slow down.

  As he started across the corral, she noted a limp. Had he injured himself with his wild riding antics today?

  Before she realized it, Zach stood in front of her.

  “Emma,” he breathed.

  At five foot four, Emma had to look up over a foot to meet his gaze. When she reached out for an embrace, Zach stood stiffly, arms at his sides.

  “Welcome back,” she murmured, pained at the rebuff.

  “Good to see you,” he said. “You’re looking well.”

  “Thank you.” She focused on his denim-clad legs. “You’re limping.”

  “My knee. No big deal.” He shrugged it off.

  She frowned. It certainly didn’t appear to be “no big deal.”

  “You let Travis talk you into the saddle when you have a bum knee?”

  “That was my idea. Once I get up there, I’m fine. Riding isn’t a problem.” Zach’s mouth formed a musing half smile. “You know, I don’t think I’ve been in the saddle since...” He paused and met her gaze.

  Emma instinctively knew what he was thinking. The two of them used to ride together when Zach stayed at his father’s ranch. Steve had no interest in horses, but she and Zach shared the same passion for riding. Things were simpler in those days.

  He looked away, his attention landing on the double stroller.

  “Whoa! They’ve grown. Those last pictures you sent don’t do them justice.” Zach half crouched down next to his nieces, his hand bracing his extended left knee. “Who is who?”

  “Elizabeth has a tiny birthmark on her right arm and Rachel doesn’t. Other than that, they’re identical.”

  “They look exactly like you,” he murmured. Awe laced his deep voice.

  “Yes,” she said. The girls had her dark hair and brown eyes. “Except for their noses.” As if on cue, Elizabeth wriggled her snub nose in sleep. “That’s the Norman nose.”

  Zach nodded and offered a genuine smile. “So sweet.”

  “Sweet in slumber, yes.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “And when awake, they’re an Oklahoma twister doubled.”

  “Like me and Steve when I stayed with my dad in the summer.” Another almost smile touched his lips as he stood slowly, favoring his left leg.

  “When did you arrive?” she asked when he faced her again.

  “Just got in this morning. Travis invited me for the wedding.”

  “The wedding was two weeks ago.” Emma’s glance went to where her older brother stood with his arm looped around his bride and assistant foreman, AJ Rowe Maxwell.

  He shrugged. “I got hung up in red tape.”

  “Red tape?”

  “That’s right. Though, I suppose some might say that I’m trying to live up to my reputation as an absentee relative,” he murmured.

  Emma would not respond to the dig. It was a reminder of their harsh exchange of words via email regarding his lack of involvement in his nieces’ lives.

  “So you’re here to visit?” she asked instead.

  “You sure ask a lot of questions.”

  “Can you blame me? I’ve been trying to get you to the ranch for three years.”

  He shrugged and offered an annoyed sigh. “I made it.”

  “When are you due back?”

  “I thought you were glad to see me.” His eyes narrowed a fraction. “Now it sounds like you’re trying to get rid of Uncle Zach.”

  “That wasn’t what I meant.” Emma’s skin warmed under his scrutiny. Zach always managed to knock her off-kilter. She collected her thoughts. “I’m shocked, that’s all. In truth, you were the last person I expected to see in that corral.”

  “Glad I could keep you on your toes.” He offered a thoughtful nod with no hint of a smile to be found. “And for the record,” he said, “the United States Navy and I have officially parted ways.”

  Confused and stunned at his admission, Emma stood staring for a few seconds. “Your knee. Is that why you quit?”

  “Separation, not quitting. It was time” was his flat response.

  Time for what?

  Aloud she simply said, “Okay.” Though, in truth, it wasn’t okay at all.

  While Zach’s face remained expressionless, Emma’s gut said that something wasn’t right, and it involved his obvious injury. After all, this was the guy who ate, drank and slept navy for twelve years.

  “What are you going to do next?”

  “I’m tossing around a few options,” he returned.

  Her eyes widened as she latched on to his response. “You have RangePro. That’s an option.”

  In an instant, he tensed. Then he glanced around. “Really, Emma? You want to do this here? Now?”

  “We’re only talking.”

  He rubbed the dark shadow of a beard on his jaw. “Talking, huh? Feels more like an interrogation.”

  “Don’t exaggerate.” She began to turn away, taking the stroller with her, when Zach’s hand caught her arm.

  “Emma, RangePro is Steve’s company. Not mine.”

  She eased from his touch. “Legally, you’re a partner. Fifty-fifty.”

  Zach met her gaze. “I haven’t cashed a single check you’ve sent me. What part of ‘buy me out’ don’t you get?”

  “Did you look at any of the paperwork I mailed you?”

  “I’ve been all over the globe the last few years. I don’t have the time or desire to shuffle through paperwork about a company I don’t want anything to do with.”

  She took a deep breath. “The terms of the will state we own together or we sell together.”

  “Great. We sell. I’m sure the money will come in handy for you and your girls.”

  “It’s not about the money. I am not selling what Steve worked so hard to build.”

  “RangePro was Steve’s dream, and Steve is gone,” he returned, his voice sober.

  Emma bit her lip as she glanced down at her daughters, but she said nothing.

  “Come on, Em. I’m not interested in RangePro and you’ve got to be way too busy with the ranch and the twins to run a livestock software company.”

  “If you’d give me a chance to show you—”

  “Emma, it’s a desk job. No way am I riding the range behind a laptop.”

  “That’s not necessarily true.”

  “Not interested.” Zach raised both hands. “And not staying long enough to care.”

  His eyes became steely and the set of his chin obstinate. The discussion was over. For now.

  Frustrated, Emma turned away.

  Three years after his brother’s death and Zach was back. Though the thought of him being around permanently unsettled her, Emma would do whatever it took to save the legacy of her children’s father. She knew what it was like to have your parents’ memory swept away as though they never existed. No, she refused to be the one to auction off Steve’s life work to the highest bidder, as though it meant nothing.

  * * *

  Zach tugged his leather gloves into place and adjusted the reins on the chestnut gelding. He had completely underestima
ted Emma. And her effect on him.

  She was as beautiful as ever with dark tumbling hair that framed an oval face. If only he’d remembered not to look into her chocolate-brown eyes.

  The moment he did, it was all over. He was lost. A teenager again, following her around like an overgrown Labrador retriever. The moment he realized that she had eyes only for Steve he’d respected her decision. Yet, that never stopped him from pining from afar like a sap. It wasn’t coincidence that he joined the navy soon after Steve and Emma called to announce their engagement.

  Although it was a secret he kept hidden, the truth was that he had wasted too much of his life in love with Emma. He refused to allow this trip to dredge up feelings he had purposely tossed overboard years ago.

  Her entreaty from this morning echoed in his head, making him feel like a jerk all over again.

  He was here and Steve was gone. How was it his brother managed to shadow his life, even after death?

  And why couldn’t she let it go? RangePro. Like he needed another guilt trip. The irony burned and had dogged him every single day since the car accident that claimed his half brother’s life.

  The whys were doubling up on him.

  Why was he still alive? Why had he made it out of Afghanistan and why hadn’t his best friend?

  God hadn’t been forthcoming in the answer department of late.

  Zach looked up at the jingle of tack and met Travis’s smiling face as his friend approached on a black mustang.

  “How do you like Zeus?” Travis asked.

  “A little headstrong. So we’re well matched.”

  Travis laughed. “Our equine manager, Tripp Walker, is pretty intuitive. He paired you up with a horse that suits your disposition.”

  “Quiet guy, that Tripp.”

  “To say the least.”

  “If you’re the boss around here, why are you working on a Sunday?” Zach asked.

  “I could give you a dozen reasons.” He began to tick off on his fingers. “Getting married and going on a honeymoon put me behind on everything, for one. Then there’s fall calving season. Oh, and preparation for the Holiday Roundup. That’s gearing up here real quick, too.” Travis shook his head. “I start my days behind.”